In the year 1897, Viola Sigrun Vinter, beast slayer by trade, has a simple job: take an ornamental wooden stake, and kill a dhampir on the edge of town with it. What should have been an easy, willing target quickly goes awry, though, when the dhampir’s blood reacts with the stake, setting off a chain reaction of events leading to the sudden rise of Dracula’s castle. The dhampir, referring to themselves only by the name “Belmont”, rushes to the castle realizing what’s been done, while Viola’s own guilt brings her alongside…
A woman who spent her entire adulthood with no home, Viola needed an easy way to make money, and thanks to spending five years learning under a witch with a penchant for equivalent exchange, she found a career path as a monster killer with a twist; using a small, blob-like familiar by the name of Ciliary, who can shapeshift into enemies simply through taking enough blood from them–at the cost of not only her own left eye, but the blood that would flow through it, making her woozy easily if she isn’t careful.
Having spent so much time researching the art of transferring blood, guts and body parts, Viola is unsurprisingly neutral about seeing anything gory, and remains stonefaced at the most gruesome of sights… which makes it all the funnier when she gets creeped out by something she isn’t used to.
Age: “About 30, I believe”
A maiden of unknown origin, their first recorded moments of existing were recorded sometimes in the mid-1700s. Now, well over a century later, with the few friends they had being long gone, they have little to do but sit alone, ocassionally getting the urge to redecorate their home as a means of passing the time. While they were willing to die for the sake of someone else not going hungry, they immediately rejected Viola’s attempted assassination upon learning she was only getting a few hundred dollars off the deal.
As expected of a dhampir, “Belmont” is highly efficient in magic, though they prefer to use it as a means of enhancing physical weaponry, rather than simply using them as-is. If one looked hard enough, it might even bare a resemblance to a certain vampire hunter of old, though they’ll quickly deny it if you ask them.
The current wielder of the Vampire Killer, Quincy Morris does not in the slightest look like a man who’s up for the job, being too heavy to be nimble yet too weak to power through enemies. However, being a man of a clever family lineage, Quincy is surprisingly powerful still thanks to his own cunning talent, being able to fashion useful weaponry out of anything. A recurring mini-boss, he only gets harder to hit the more times you fight him.
A magical old woman specializing in the art of equivalent exchange, Janetta’s quiet life of self-sufficiency was rudely interrupted by the resurrection of Dracula’s Castle, plopping up no more than ten meters next to her very own home! Not being one for sitting around and waiting for someone else to fix her problems, she decided to roll up her sleeves and find out how to get to the bottom of this all on her own!
…Is what she likes to say, at least. In reality, this humble lady seems to be here for more personal reasons, as before being caught in one of the many traps the castle has, she had been keeping close to one Quincy Morris. With how casual she seems to know the man’s entire family tree as well, it seems Janetta has more in relation to the story than mere coinicdence.
A self-proclaimed maestro of the soul, Straussen is obsessed with the idea of finding new ways to bring people together with the art of the orchestra, to the point of obsessively deciding that every kind of evil, from war criminals to dictators to even horrifying beasts, must listen to his performances. Seeing how the newly formed Dracula’s castle bears a resemblance to the theaters he’s known to fawn over, he decides that he must seek the ultimate audience with Dracula himself.
Highly efficient in magic, he can easily transport himself in and out of rooms, with no need to fight any creature. He sure seems to know a lot about music, including rambling on about his undying hatred for musical genres that suspiciously don’t exist yet…